Big Booty

21

  A week later, I'm on the phone fumin'! I gotta letter in the mail from Family Court, talkin' 'bout I gotta appear in court for a custody hearin'. And I'm hot that that motherfuckin' Julius is tryna do me. Motherfucka, boom! Not only is this niggah tryna take my son, but he's tryna cut into my goddamn money too. And Big Booty ain't havin' it, okay. I scream on him the minute he answers his cell. "Coon-bitch, motherfucka! What the fuck is this shit you tryna pull, niggah?"

He takes a deep breath. "It ain't no secret, Cass. I already told you what it was. I want my son; period."

"You can't have him, niggah! I gave birth to him! Not you, bitch!"

He stays calm, like he always fuckin' does. And it only pisses me off more. The niggah never raises his voice. He's one of them silent, crazy-type niggahs. Still, I don't give a fuck. "You gotta lotta motherfuckin' nerve, bitch, tryna take me to court. Pussy-ass bitch!"

"Listen. All that rah-rah you got goin' on ain't changin' shit, Cass. So cuss and scream all you want. I'ma still see you in court next week."

I try 'n keep from goin' gutter on his ass, but I'm so goddamn pissed that I don't give a fuck what comes outta my mouth. Still, I know if I crank it up to threats on the phone it'll fuck me up 'cause I know the niggah's recordin' me. This bitch thinks he can hook me. But he gotta 'nother thing comin'.

I take a deep breath. "Julius, have I ever fuckin' kept you away from Joshua?"

"Nah, you haven't. That's one thing I can honestly say, Cass. You've never been on that crazy shit when it comes to me seein' our son."

"Then why the fuck is you tryna finger-fuck me and take my son away from me, Julius?"

He sighs. "Cass, I'm not tryna take our son away from you. I want full residential custody. He can stay with you on the weekends, and alternatin' holidays."

My heart drops to my feet. I feel lightheaded. I'm startin' to feel like I'ma throw up. I ain't tryna be without my son. But I ain't about to beg no niggah, either. But I feel myself on the verge of beggin', pleadin' for him to not do this. I swallow. It feels like I have a hard dick down in my throat, pluggin' up my airway. And right now that's what I wish it was instead of the shit this niggah's tryna shove down my neck. "Niggah-bitch, boom! I'm not about to be no goddamn part-time mother."

"Look, Cass. I don't wanna beef with you about it. I know you're upset. You should be. But, let's face it. You brought this shit on ya'self with all the shit you keep going. Besides, you gotta enough kids to deal with. Joshua will be better off with me. This way he can get the attention he deserves."

"Niggah, he deserves to be with his mother! And I don't keep shit goin', niggah. I mind my business. I don't do drama. And you know it."

He laughs. "Yo, Cass, stop. You have more assault charges and disorderly persons offenses than either one of us can keep up with. You stay in the middle of some shit. And I don't want my son around it anymore."

"Niggah, you a goddamn lie! I don't stay in shit. Bitches bring they shit to me. I don't go out lookin' for it."

"Yeah, that's the problem. Maybe you ain't out there lookin' for it. But you damn sure out shakin' ya ass and fightin'. You spend more time at the bars than you do at home bein' a mother. It's for the best."

"Niggah-coon, boom! You'se a goddamn lie. I'm home every damn day with my kids. I'm at every school function and parent-teacher conference. They come home to a clean goddamn house, and a house full of food. Don't do me, niggah!"